After the Liuhe Monument became longer and thinner, resembling a sword shape, a sharp sword intent rose on its body, and it began to dance solo under the moon.

"Sword sword sword, sword sword, what kind of sword is that

A sword is a sword, a sword is a stabbing sword

A sword, a sword, a sword, a sword kills

Your life has been taken away by me. ”

Liuhebei sang very into the play, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng listened to it also very into the play.

The three of them praised in unison: "The singing is easy to understand, only by stabbing thousands of eight hundred people, can we truly understand the true meaning of this kind of swordsmanship, Brother Bei is awesome, I am ashamed of myself!"

"There, there, over-reputed. Liuhe Monument's tone was very modest, but the monument was half-up, with a disgusting expression that was about to praise me.

"Hey, a bunch of illiterates, listen up. Xie Yun really couldn't stand it, and angrily pulled out the seven-star sword on his waist.

Dancing swords under the moon, the shadow of the sword is swaying, and the murderous aura is fierce.

"Heaven does not give birth to my eight wildernesses, and the way of the sword is like a long night. In a word, Liuhebei felt a panic in his face.

Poetry is better than poetry!

"Brother Bei, my master is a Wenqu star, we are all monsters, we can't compare with him, we are responsible for shouting six, six, six, six. Sun Wukong patted the injured Liuhe Monument and comforted.

He has long seen that the most correct and wrong thing he has done in his life is to worship Xie Yun as a teacher.

The master is not a master, but a giant, and if he follows him, he can naturally fly thousands of miles, but in this life, there is no hope of surpassing the master.

Liuhebei agreed with Sun Wukong's remarks, so the three of them divided the five-hundred-year-old red yeast wine.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng were holding wine, and the Liuhe Monument was soaked in a bowl, and they began to appreciate Xie Yun's sword dance.

"The top of the immortals, proud of the world, there is heaven with my eight wildernesses!"

"The sword of the great river comes from the sky, a sword crosses the sky and the world, breaks through the red dust, and kills all the immortals!"

"With a sword in hand, cut nine heavens! If there is no true immortal in the world, I am willing to hold a sword and turn into an immortal!" Xie Yun finished shouting, tired and sweaty, and the flowers in the courtyard were also stirred into powder by the sword qi early.

"The master is so literate!" Liuhe Monument took the lead in applauding, only praising the verses and not mentioning the swordsmanship.

"A group of clumsy people, this emperor's sword cultivation has risen sharply recently, you can't see it, you can only see my famous chapter, hey!" Xie Yun sighed.

Liuhe Monument instantly raised someone's cognition to a new level, so that Tian Tian's shameless words can be spoken, and he is not afraid of being thundered by the sky.

He thought of Xie Yun's identity against the sky, and felt that even if someone was struck by thunder from the sky, eighty percent of the heavenly tribulation would deliberately split crookedly and harm others.

Liuhebei dragged his bowl of red yeast wine and slowly flew away.

"Brother Bei, where have you been?" asked Wukong.

Liuhe didn't look back, and said, "Stay away from your master, don't let him hit me when he is thundered by the sky." ”

Xie Yun's face was black, and when he saw that the three apprentices were also about to slip away, he was annoyed and angry, kicked the three out of Xiangguo Temple with one kick, turned around and went back to the room to sleep.

That night, when the moon was full, the wind was blowing and it was raining lightly.

Bang dang!

The vase in the room broke for no reason, and Xie Yun was awakened to find that the window of the meditation room had been blown open, and the oil lamp on the table was flickering on and off.

Bursts of ghost sounds loomed, and the room was gloomy.

He took out a fist-sized night pearl with his backhand and hung it on the beam, illuminating the room very brightly.

At the door of the meditation room, a man with a miserable white face, wrinkled skin, and a wet body was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know whether to go in or not.

After hesitating for a moment, he shouted, "Dao Chief, I died so unjustly!"

"Dao Chief, you have to call the shots for me!"

"Dao Chief, I'm so cold!"

Xie Yun yawned and fell asleep.

Bad luck, I originally thought it was a beautiful female ghost like Nie Xiaoqian who sent it to the door in the middle of the night, and she could pull in the warm quilt, who would have thought that it was a drowned ghost, or a man.

It's scary to run out without sleep in the middle of the night, what a lack of virtue!

The drowned ghost at the door of the meditation room is stupid, Dao Chief, even if you see that I can't help, you should call in to ask for a word and understand the situation, why are you falling asleep again?

If you don't play according to the routine, it's very difficult for me to do it!

What to do?

Shout again, maybe the Taoist didn't see me just now, yes, the Taoist must not have seen me just now!

The drowned ghost made up his mind, cleared his throat, and shouted again: "Dao Chief, I died so miserably!"

......

He shouted for an hour.

Xie Yun couldn't bear it anymore, got out of bed in his clothes, grabbed the drowned ghost's collar, led the person in, and slapped him.

Your sister!

Don't sleep at night, crazy disturbing people, if you have grievances, you won't come back tomorrow morning, shouting something, disturbing people's dreams.

Although Xie Yun's slap received ninety percent of the force, it still stunned the drowned ghost, and almost beat the soul to scatter, and he could not be reborn forever.

"System, I reported this ghost for harassing me in the middle of the night. ”

"Ding, the reporting system is verifying, congratulations to the host for the successful report, and the host will be rewarded with a Tiandao red envelope. ”

Tiandao Red Envelope: A random lottery red envelope prepared by Tiandao, which can draw treasures from it according to character.

Xie Yun's eyes lit up, he was worried that he didn't have anything good to give to the red boy, and the system would come to relieve his worries in time, which was good.

Big nephew, what you can draw depends on your own creation, Uncle Shi can only poison milk, phew, bless you!

On the third watch, when Xie Yun was drinking tea to relieve his difficulties, the drowned ghost finally woke up, he covered his swollen left face, extremely aggrieved, and wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it.

"Dao Chief, you have to call the shots for me!" the drowned ghost weakly shouted.

Xie Yun was not angry, a cup of tea was poured on the head of the drowned ghost, and he scolded: "Can't you pick a good time if you ask for help from the poor road?"

"Can you be decent and come out in the middle of the night, are you begging or scary?"

"If you talk quickly, you can let it go, and you don't have so much time to waste it with you. ”

The drowned ghost wiped the tea on his face, extremely ashamed, but still ready to avenge himself.

He had already observed during the day, this Taoist chief was the big man who was not afraid of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, the nemesis of evil, and the embodiment of justice.

"Dao Chief, I'm not a demon or a ghost, I'm not a ghost, I'm the king of the Black Chicken Country!"

Xie Yun looked at the drowned ghost, this thing was wearing a sky-high crown, a jasper belt around his waist, a yellow robe with a dragon flying phoenix and dancing ochre, and a faint dragon qi to protect himself, he was indeed not an ordinary person.

"Why are you dead?"

"Dao Chief, I can't hide it, my name is Mo Ruilin, there was a forest fire in the country of Wuji five years ago, there was a danger of the whole country burning, I bathed and fasted, burned incense and prayed day and night, but the fire did not stop, but burned more and more. "The Drowned Ghost said what happened.

Xie Yun looked disdainful, and said directly: "You really deserve it, you really deserve it." ”

In the event of a fire, you don't want to fight the disaster, but burn incense and worship God, the people of the black chicken country are really not easy, you are such a faint king, pitiful!

Mo Ruilin, the king of the Black Chicken Country, had a blue face and a white face, and he didn't dare to speak again.

"What happened later, how did you die?" Xie Yun asked.

He felt that eighty percent of the people of the black chicken country rose up, soaked the king in the pig cage, and drowned.